Callous, by Tikva
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Tracing each dead end
only to find another,
Maybe this map is a bit outdated
or maybe I'm just too old-fashioned,
I could start over at the beginning,
but I've been there so many times,
Five years, and still fighting
for something I may never find,
Maybe this time, I might find a decent grave,
It's the closest thing to peace
I may ever arrive at.
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Posted: 2010-02-01 02:08:33 UTC |
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2010-02-02 02:16:39 | Lovecrafter |
souds like me sometimes. good job at descriptive words. |